She pauses before the mirror
talks to the reflection.
Anyone, away, think
she is conversing with her friend.
So authentic is the conversation.
She does not interact with any other,
keeps her ideas to herself.
The image is her sole confidant.
She chuckles, weeps, cajoles,
pleads, commands, demands
with the other who enacts the same way.
Better is she, to have her apprehensions
to herself. She likes to travel incognito.
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